and to that I say, fine

I've misplaced the power cords to nearly all of my electronics. I haven't seen the cradle to my camera in a month. The usb cord for my ipod has gone walk about and my cell is on its last battery bar. I'm also missing part of the sewing machine which has placed a halt on my yoga bag project.

Fact: My belongings are confined to one room. How far could these things have gone?

Parachute men, Hooters and long distance phone calls

This cold hit me fast and the cat demanding to sleep on my head at night isn't helping matters. I woke up at 1:30am needing cold medicine. Noting the time I decided on a half dosage. Come 7am I was in my usual grumpy, don't talk to me now state only...deeper into the mood.
The only thing that seemed to amuse me was my lame rhyme to my long distance phone buddy and even then I couldn't giggle at myself without starting to cough. Who the heck gets sick in May?

So, I blame the rest of my day on the lack of daytime cold medicine combined with nighttime cold medicine withdrawal. That, and it was jeans day at work..bring on the slacking.

1. I suggested Hooters for lunch. I spent a lot of time harping on the high school boyfriend about even thinking about going to Hooters, and now...I'm a grown heterosexual woman who occasionally dreams of their hot sauce while trying to ignore their attire.

2. I opened the toy drawer at the office. I keep it for when my colleagues show off their children. I think of it as a consolation prize. If they're lucky they'll miss the glazed over look and think the office isn't a bad place after all. Brainwash them early.

3. Watching three coworkers run up and down my aisle trying to loft a plastic parachute man is just about as fun as it sounds.

4. I went to the Oak Brook mall after work to exchange my cell phone. I forgot how beautiful the outdoor mall is during the spring. I stopped to smell a purple tulip (they don't smell by the way) when a kid came up from behind me and yelled bang..bang. Two foam disks shot me on my backside. I instinctively yelled out, ye haw. Thinking this was hilarious his younger brother rammed his toy helicopter blades into my shin.

5. It's Wednesday and I'm dreaming of Sunday night. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

Craziness that not even shoe shopping can cure

CONVENTION
Yikes, I can't remember the last time I was all consumed with one thing. It's a horrible feeling, especially when that one thing is work. I'm learning that I'm not so much a work-a-holic as much as a control freak.

In high school I received a 3 month extension on an ebony pencil drawing. I loved working on that thing. I stayed late and came early. It wasn't as if it wasn't "done," it just wasn't DONE. The long and short of it was my art teacher placed it on display and some kid tore it. I still have it; the corner has been scotch taped from the back side.

When I was in college I dropped the whole be perfect act but it's an entire different story to shed the control freak mentality. That's why they call them control freaks, it's freaky.